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Turbulent Souls is a luminous memoir, crafted with the eye of a journalist and the art of a novelist by New York Times Magazine writer and editor Stephen J. Dubner. By turns comic and heartbreaking, it tells the story of a family torn apart by religion, sustained by faith, and reunited by truth.

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Turbulent Souls is a luminous memoir, crafted with the eye of a journalist and the art of a novelist by New York Times Magazine writer and editor Stephen J. Dubner. By turns comic and heartbreaking, it tells the story of a family torn apart by religion, sustained by faith, and reunited by truth.

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Stephen J. Dubner's parents were Jewish, but each converted to Catholicism before they met. Shunned by their families, the devout converts raised their eight children in their newfound faith, naming each after a Catholic saint. Son Stephen eventually uncovered his parents' secret and set out in search of his spiritual and ethnic roots. That journey is retold in Turbulent Souls

Ben Greenman

Earnest, honest and admirable, Turbulent Souls is an engaging -- if not always successful -- attempt to unravel the skein of this faith....Turbulent Souls doesn't deliver as comparative theology or filial psychology, it succeeds as a family memoir. -- Time Magazine

Julie Salamon

Tenderly provocative, affecting...a revelation.
— The New York Times

Los Angeles Times

Compelling...a lyrical exploration.

David Hajdu

...[P]robes questions of birthright, faith, and their role in the life of the rock & roll generation without getting preachy.
—Entertainment Weekly

Publishers Weekly
- Publisher's Weekly

Dubner takes a searing and poignant look at his upbringing in a large, boisterous and fiercely devout Catholic family and his subsequent conversion to Judaism--the faith his parents discarded in their youth in favor of Catholicism. His parents' conversion was a torturous affair for their families, but Dubner, the youngest of eight children, grew up oblivious to his religious roots. "For all I knew about Jews," he says, "my parents might just as well have been Baptists, or Elks, or carnival workers." His naivete ended when as an adult he began a spiritual quest, seeking out his relatives, especially his mother, for answers about religion. Dubner eventually embraced Judaism as his own. Heartbroken, his mother, who had devoted her life to Christ, couldn't understand why "for whatever reason, the idea of Jesus the Messiah had never lodged itself inside [Dubner's heart]." Dubner's skillful storytelling creates a captivating narrative. He writes of his childhood, "Ours was an existence circumscribed by Mass and catechism, rustling hay rakes and muddy fishing ponds, the kids you could play with (the churchgoing Catholics) and those you couldn't." Sentences like this bring alive all the joy, confusion, heartache and reparation of this family.

Library Journal

Even if Dubner didn't tell us he is a writer, we would have guessed. His account of his return to Judaism (which grew out of a 1996 cover story for the New York Times Magazine, where Dubner is an editor) reads like a novel. Beginning with the journey of his grandparents from Russia and Poland to the United States, Dubner continues with that of his parents from Judaism to Catholicism. The subtitle tells us the end of the story. We read here of people whose lives are suffused with religion. It is religion that brings color and stability to their lives, but it is also religion that brings turbulence, especially when one leaves one faith for another. Such an act can be the equivalent of dying. Some readers will find echoes of their own experiences here; others will find new and unusual worlds. Most should find the story fascinating. Recommended for public and academic libraries. [Previewed in Prepub Alert, LJ 8/98.]--John Moryl, Yeshiva Univ. Lib., New York

Jonathan Wilson

. . .[W]hile it is clearly better for Stephen Dubner if his turbulent soul stays quiet. . .readers of this wonderful book will rather hope that a continued measure of unsettlement inspires him to write more. -- The New York Times Book Review

Los Angeles Times

Compelling...a lyrical exploration.

Entertainment Weekly Magazine

Lovely memoir by a man who was raised Catholic but discovered his Jewish heritage probes questions of birthright and faith without getting preachy.

Kirkus Reviews

A deeply affecting story of three people's intense religious journeys: from Judaism to Roman Catholicism on the part of the author's parents, and the reverse for Dubner himself. A writer and editor at The New York Times Magazine, Dubner traces the loneliness, loss, and estrangement that led his parents away from their second-generation inner-city Judaism to a particularly fervent Catholicism—and thus toward each other—in the years during and following WWII. Florence and Solomon Dubner raised the author and his seven siblings in near-poverty, but with much happy familial cohesiveness, on a small farm in upstate New York. There, 'the Dubners lived in the District of Devotion that bordered on Fanatical.' Although Solomon's father broke with him completely after his baptism, neither of Dubner's parents had second thoughts about their conversion (although Sol in particular had some vestigial Jewish traits, including a love for gefilte fish and a penchant for singing 'My Yiddishe Mama'). That their son reapproached and ultimately converted back to Judaism might be credited to 'the cunning of history,' although Dubner's encounters with an outspoken Jewish drama teacher and a close associate of the Lubavitcher Rebbe played a role. The latter part of Dubner's memoir portrays his own journey as well as his investigations of who his father really was and why he might have converted, in addition to a genesis of the Dubner family tree (leading to a trip to Poland) and an account of his protracted attempts to get his mother to accord Judaism a measure of theological validity. Dubner writes reflectively and non-triumphantly of his own struggles to feel comfortable as a Jew and toresist the kind of religious absolutism and chauvinism that, as a adolescent and young adult, 'nearly suffocated' him. His engrossing book will interest not only serious Jews and Catholics, but all whose lives have been torn by intrafamilial religions schisms.

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Stephen J. Dubner is an award-winning author, journalist, and radio and TV personality. He quit his first career—as an almost-rock-star—to become a writer. He has worked for The New York Times and published three non-Freakonomics books. He lives with his family in New York City.

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MY mother tells me that, even as a little girl in Brooklyn she had a stubborn streak. She dreamed of running away from home; she thought nothing of talking back to her mother, whose name was Esther.

Every night, Esther would climb the stairs from the candy store, a sharp grunt on each step, and say, It's the shklofferai is what it is, the slavery. Your father, he works so hard he must be made from iron.

And Florence, in her singsong voice, always gave the same retort: Well then, he better not go out in the rain or he'll get all rusty.

It was only her mother that Florence made fun of. She loved her father very much. His name was Harry, and on Election Day he would carry her on his shoulders to the voting hall. He would step behind the curtain and say, I'm going to send a hello to Mr. Roosevelt now, sweetie. Shall I give him your regards? Florence looked so much like her father -- the same round face and full lips -- that some of the customers called her Little Harry, and she didn't mind at all.

Her father liked to laugh, but her mother didn't seem to know how. It's the arthritis, she would say, here and here and here, pointing at her swollen ankles and elbows and knuckles. It's because of the cold in this place, she'd say.

It was true that their apartment was cold. There was heat in the store, but that was a business necessity. The store was what mattered: Harry Greenglass, Candy and Cigars. Finally Harry was not failing at a business. Even now, with the Depression all around them, the pennies rolled in. Harry was lucky to be near Crown Heights, a Catholic neighborhood, with plenty of trolley drivers and policemen and garbagemen whose jobs were safe. The Lower East Side,where his brother, Barney, ran a sewing-machine shop, was choking on its own poverty.

Harry opened up every morning at six and closed whenever it got to be ten minutes between customers, usually near midnight. Esther spelled him for lunch unless it was so busy that the both of them worked. On Saturdays, Florence and Della, her older sister, helped stack the newspapers.No matter how well the store was doing, Esther let Harry know it wasn't good enough. That was her way. Harry had seen how it would be as soon as they were married and decided he would be best off keeping quiet. It wasn't always easy. Esther would prattle on about her brother, the big fabric man, who just bought a new house, and how his wife always had new hats and how their children were smarter and and healthier than their own children, how little Irving could eat a whole head of lettuce and drink a whole quart of milk at one meal, And did you see their bushes, Esther would say after a visit to the new house, how my brother carved the bushes so they look like big parlor chairs? So nice and fency!

Esther still had a lot of Yiddish in her English. Harry had worked hard to get rid of his. That, he knew, was the way to make it in America. Treat the customer well, a nice smile and a little talk but not too much, and nothing too serious. Harry loved America.

He was the first in the family to come, in 1898. He was eighteen years old, and his name was Herschel. He rode a bicycle all the way from Minsk to Hamburg, sleeping in ditches and barns. In New York, he fixed things, on the first day that he was allowed to file for citizenship, he did so.

Last name?

Greenglass, he said. He pronounced it American, GREEN-glass, not GRIN-glosh.

First name?

Harry.

Birth date?

The Fourth of July, he fibbed.

Do you renounce forever all allegiance and fidelity to every foreign Prince, Potentate, State or Sovereignty whatever, and particularly to the Czar of Russia, of whom you have been heretofore a subject?

You betcha.

Eventually his whole family came, everyone who hadn't starved to death in Russia: Harry's brother, Barney, their three sisters, and their uncle, old Moishe with the dusty beard. Moishe then sent for his wife, Sorah-Rukhel, and the two of their children who were still alive, one of whom was Esther.Esther's family settled in the Bronx. Old Moishe didn't seem to notice he was living in America. He would halfheartedly sell pencils on the street for half an hour, then spend the rest of the day in synagogue, praying and gabbing. And for what, Harry wondered, so the family could starve here the way they starved in Russia? Harry had no use for starvation and, truthfully, no use for God either. He was thirty-five years old already; his cousin Esther was twenty-seven. He was particularly fond of her -- so much so, in fact, that just five months after they were married in the summer of 1916, Esther had a baby, whom they named Adeline, Della for short.

For several years, Harry fixed sewing machines alongside his brother on the Lower East Side, the streets crowded with Jews and horse manure. When he heard about an empty store in Brooklyn with an apartment on top, he moved quickly. He didn't understand why a Jew and a ghetto had to stick together. In Brooklyn you could plant a few flowers, maybe even a cherry tree in the backyard.

Florence was born five years after Della. She was a pretty little girl, with curly black hair, but frail, with a murmur in her heart. Esther took her regularly to Dr. Zatz, the Arbeiter Ring doctor with the slicked-back hair. The visits were free, and they got what they paid for. She just needs some fresh air, Dr. Zatz would say, checking Florence's pulse, his fingers oily from patting down his hair, what do you expect living in such a city? And Esther would bundle Florence off to Brighton Beach and ply her with cod liver oil and tomato sandwiches.

From the start Florence and her sister, Della, didn't get along. Florence's favorite playmate was her grandmother Sorah-Rukhel. When she visited, Esther didn't make bacon and told Florence not to say anything about ever having eaten bacon, because Bubbe believed in God and God did not allow bacon. Bubbe spoke only Yiddish, but Florence could speak Yiddish too, and they would giggle and cuddle like friends. Bubbe's cheeks were soft, like flower petals. At night she sat on the edge of Florence's bed and told stories about beautiful Queen Esther. She taught Florence how to thank God for the good day and ask Him for a good husband when the time came.

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I Got A Lot Out of It

Very interesting story. I greatly enjoyed reading about the author's journey. His experience gave him a very unique perspective, and I found myself intensely flipping through the pages in order to hear what he had to say. I felt that he was very honest with this book. He spoke his mind and shared with us the intimate parts of his life, while at the same time remaining sensitive to anyone's personal feelings and beliefs. I disagreed with his overall point...but I gained a lot from this book. His writing style was easy to follow, and by the end of the book I felt as though I had just finished a conversation with someone rather than a book...which is a good thing in my opinion.

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Posted February 5, 2002

A must read for anyone trying to make peace with their soul!

While reading this book I found myself colliding with my own soul. In my life-long pursuit to resolve the religious and cultural schism of my own judeo-christian up-bringing, I feel that there is peace to be found in the revelations of Dubner.

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Anonymous

Posted November 15, 2001

Truth, Truth, Truth

This is a very fine book for one overwhelming reason: the reader (at least this one) never for a moment doubted the veracity of the writer's testimony. The book is a living document of a soul speaking its experience. And for that reason alone it is worth reading.

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Anonymous

Posted April 10, 2001

Beautifully Written!

First of all I want to say that this book was very moving and he is a wonderful writer. His words flow together beautifully. Secondly, I want to say that I have great admiration for his mother and his father for the life style they chose. It takes a great faith in God and discipline to give up so much of yourself. My husband and I are both Roman Catholic and we both admired the 'Truth' he so eloquently wrote about. I can't tell you how much I was moved by this book. It's wonderful! Thank you!

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Anonymous

Posted May 22, 2001

Edifying and thoughtful account of a spiritual journey

Laced with humor and wit, this professionally written memoir of a spiritual journey back to dormant but familiar roots is an inspiration to all who have explored or crossed the great, absurd, and fascinating religious divide that, like the jetty at a beach I once visited in New Bedford, Massachusetts, separates Jew from Christian, Protestant from Catholic, Montagu from Capulet. If, as Bob Jones professes to do, you embrace the belief that those misguided or ignorant souls who fail to share your particular apocalyptic vision are doomed to damnation, then you won¿t like this book, which documents the plurality and endorses the validity of the many and varied ways in which God speaks to each of us and in which we severally commune with God.

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Posted May 21, 2001

Edifying and thoughtful account of a spiritual journey

Laced with humor and wit, this professionally written memoir of a spiritual journey back to dormant but familiar roots is an inspiration to all who have explored or crossed the great, absurd, and fascinating religious divide that, like the jetty at a beach I once visited in New Bedford, Massachusetts, separates Jew from Christian, Protestant from Catholic, Montagu from Capulet. If, as Bob Jones professes to do, you embrace the belief that those misguided or ignorant souls who fail to share your particular apocalyptic vision are doomed to damnation, you won¿t like this book, which documents the plurality and endorses the validity of the many and varied ways in which God speaks to each of us and in which we severally commune with God.

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Posted November 30, 2000

Why conversion?

After reading the book twice, I have yet to understand why the parents converted. I am doing a book review for seniors, and I know I will be questioned about this conversion.

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Posted December 1, 2000

A Can't-put-it-down book

I recently discovered that my ancestors from 4-5 generations ago were Jewish (we are now Roman Catholic). Stephen's story is very intriguing and certainly gave me food for thought about my past. A definite good read for anyone who likes a love story.

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Posted September 3, 2000

Did not want it to end !

As a 'cradle' Christian who has accepted the fact that Christianity is no longer relevant to my spiritual development and who is discovering the depth and beauty of Judaism, I quite easily related to Dubner's account of his search for his roots.

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Anonymous

Posted May 7, 2000

Unbelievably Good Book At Your Reach

I liked the book because it was realistic and descriptive. It painted a picture as I read and i could feel the characters pain as if I was a close fried who could actually relate. I LOVED the book and would recommend it to anyone kid or adult reader or not. It was sensational!

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